The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 260

The pain that seemed to be unable to do anything, unable to retreat, and unable to move forward, was entangled in his chest.

Then, he sat alone on the spot and let Ling Feng treat the wound for him. He tied a clean gauze on the back of his hand and wrapped it around a few times.

Nangong Zheng fell silent, and Ling Feng didn't say much.

In the end, Ling Feng retreated silently. This night was also a secret in his heart.Only he saw Nangong Zheng taking a nap, his frowning, his sad expression, and more.The tears in the corner of that eye.

Ling Feng didn't know if he had met that woman in his dream.

But maybe only this woman can make this proud, conceited, arrogant, arrogant man regret to this extent.

a month later.

Nangong Zheng stood up, as if time had never slowed down because of the disappearance of a person, and a month passed quickly.

He still didn't sleep well, but he still forced himself to rest. He asked the imperial doctor to light incense on his pillow to help him sleep deeply, so that he could sleep for an hour or two every day.

How much he wanted to see her in his dream.At least one dream made him look forward to it.

But, no more.

He didn't know how to be gentle with her, but he knew how to feel heartache.

Since that time when he got upset with her, she seemed to be hiding and never appeared again.

He was so annoyed and remorseful, he blamed himself, how long she had endured because of him, why he made her cry even after she willingly sacrificed her life for him.

Well, now she is angry, afraid to see him, and avoiding him.

He ordered the imperial physician to add more and heavier incense to make it easier for him to fall asleep, but there was no way.

There is no day, no time when he can see her.

If you meet her in a dream, at least you can convince yourself that she just disappeared suddenly and will never come back.

Just such a separation.

Ling Feng saw Nan Gongzheng sitting in the recliner meditating, and smelled a strong scent of incense as soon as he entered the room. He frowned. The imperial physician also reminded Nangong Zheng that these aromatherapy should be used in an appropriate amount. If the amount is too large and too frequent, It will make people delirious, depressed, and disturb people's lives.

However, the master insisted on going his own way and insisted on doing so.

Although he didn't know the reason, Ling Feng saw Nangong Zheng's expression as soon as he walked in, revealing a touch of loneliness and loss.

Recently, every time the master wakes up, he always looks like this.

As if in a beautiful dream, I woke up completely, and my heart ached when I woke up.

"Master, this subordinate has brought someone to see you."

Ling Feng turned around, and an old man slowly walked into it, kneeling in front of Nan Gongzheng, his voice was old but revealed his toughness. "My lord, the old man has returned."

"You..." Nangong Zheng paused, this voice was very familiar, but it seemed that he hadn't heard it for a while.

The old man cleared his throat and asked. "The old man is Gongsun Yang, did your majesty forget?"

Nangong Zheng's face was cold and his tone was alienated: "Mr. Gongsun suddenly appeared, which makes people feel strange. I thought you thought it would be too tricky to treat my eyes, so you left and never looked back."

Gongsun Yang's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly explained. "In the past two days, I had a disagreement with that old guy, and there was a conflict. In a fit of anger, I left the palace with the token given by the sage. In addition, something happened in my hometown in Yunnan, so I stayed in Yunnan for a while. Wait until the matter is resolved. Alright, this old man has rushed to the capital."

"I don't mean to ask for guilt, and you don't need to be too panic." Nangong Zheng raised his hand, and said, he has become calm, and calmly learned to accept all this.

Even her leaving didn't make him crazy, his blindness seemed like a trivial flaw.He often thought that if she could reappear in his life, even if he couldn't see her for the rest of his life, it wouldn't matter.

Nan Gongzheng noticed the clue, and asked a question. "However, according to what you said, it seems that you met that old Mr. Situ, right?"

Gongsun Yang looked a little embarrassed, and sighed. "Hey, it's all in the past. I have held grudges with that old guy for decades, and now they are both gray-haired, but they still don't match up."

"Situ Changle and the old man are brothers and sisters. He is five years older than me. He is quite accomplished in medical skills, but he often violates the rules of the medical school when he does things. In the end, he was kicked out of the medical school in a fit of anger by the master. Later, the head of the medical school Master passed the position to Lao Shi, but he always felt that Lao Shi’s medical skills were far inferior to his, and felt that I got this position because I arranged him behind the scenes, so I still hold grudges and brood on it.”

Nangong Zheng was expressionless and felt a pain in his chest.

In this world, the person I don't want to meet the most, happens to meet again after decades.

There is another kind of person who wants to see but can't see, and will never see.

Seeing Nangong Zheng's expression, Gongsun Yang stopped and raised his voice. "The old man seems to talk too much. These are all grievances between me and that old guy. It's useless to talk more, it's useless to talk more... Now the old man has found a prescription, and he plans to give it to the Holy One to try tomorrow, saying There may not be a turnaround.”

"Cure my eye disease?" After being stunned for a while, Nangong Zheng suddenly raised his head, facing the place where Gongsun Yang spoke, and asked with a slightly trembling voice, "You mean, my eyes... still have a chance to regain sight?"

"The old man just said that the chance of recovering his eyesight is very small, but he didn't say that it is absolutely impossible." Gongsun Yang paused, took out this prescription from his pocket, his eyes gradually darkened.

Hearing this, Nan Gongzheng lost his mind slightly. It has been a month, and he has already stopped, all hopeless hope.

"How much time does it take to see results."

He asked lightly, but didn't respond too enthusiastically.

"At least one year."

Gongsun Yang answered, a direct answer.

One year...

It's been a long time, and it's been tough.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, a little desolate and a little lonely.

"Drink some water."

A man, dressed in a white robe, was handsome and thin, with a haggard look on his face. He helped the woman to sit up. She opened her eyebrows, but her eyes were blank, without any emotion, and slowly slid across the man's body. The countenance, then, sat quietly.

The man in white comforted her, her breathing was messy and her eyes flustered, but he was extremely patient.

The teacup came close to her lips, she numbly opened her small mouth and swallowed.

He looked at her deeply, his eyes gradually softened, and complex emotions filled his eyes.

He smiled, and wiped away the wet stains at the corner of her mouth with his thumb, her reason seemed to calm down gradually, and she still whispered, "I don't want to be like this..."

His expression softened, and he stroked her cheek, she opened her eyes, her brows furrowed suddenly, her lips squirmed, and blood gushed out from the seam of her lips, and he pressed her against his warm chest.

A faint sigh escaped from the corner of his mouth, and after a while, he laid her flat, fetched a warm wet towel, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth for her.

There was a knock on the door of the wooden house, breaking the peace at the moment.

"I'm Aunt Zhu next door, is Mr. Lu there?"

With a sullen face, he stood up, put down the curtain, walked slowly to the door, and opened it.

Aunt Zhu looked at the young man with a gentle smile in front of her eyes, her eyes were full of joy, she lifted the vegetable basket in her hand, and said: "I bought some vegetables. There are people selling live fish in the market today, so I also bought one. Later I will make soup for my wife."

"Thank you." The man responded lightly. The gentle smile on his face has not changed, but it always makes people feel a little separated, giving people a sense of insurmountable distance.

Aunt Zhu was stunned for a while, as if she sensed that her appearance was not an appropriate time, so she said embarrassingly.

"Thank you. It's not that the young master didn't give you money. If you can earn a fortune for the young master's helper, our family doesn't know how grateful you are, young master."

Then, the man nodded slightly, but stopped talking.

There was an excessive silence, and Aunt Zhu couldn't help being a little curious. She looked into the inner room, which was also unusually quiet. Her expression changed, and she continued to ask questions kindly.

"Is Madam still not getting better? There is a quack doctor from the neighboring village. Do you want him to treat Madam?"

In one sentence, Aunt Zhu's mouth for asking more questions has been blocked. The man did not intend to move away, nor did he intend to open the door. The smile on the corner of his mouth was very faint, as if it would disappear soon. "No need."

His patience, it seems, is about to disappear.

This man really dotes on his sick wife too much. Except for the necessary changing of clothes, washing, washing and wiping, he is willing to leave it to Aunt Zhu to do everything else.

After all, Aunt Zhu could see people's faces, and felt a little bored in her heart, but she still squeezed out a smile, kept silent, and went directly to the kitchen by the back door, and began to prepare lunch.

Half an hour later, Aunt Zhu brought steaming dishes to the room.

The man still did the same as he had done for more than a year. After careful inspection one by one, he scooped up a bowl of fresh fish soup. He stirred it carefully, and Aunt Zhu couldn't help laughing and said. "My lord, if this soup gets cold, it won't taste good."

This action seemed to wait for the soup to cool before giving it to his wife. Aunt Zhu thought it simply, and obviously misunderstood his intention.

His eyebrows were clouded, and he brought the spoon to Aunt Zhu's eyes, without a smile on his face, making it difficult to get close to him. "Why are there fish bones in this soup?"

Aunt Zhu didn't think too much, and responded with a relaxed smile: "Master, this fish, of course, has thorns, so it's still a fish without thorns, you say..."

The man suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, his eyes flashed. "Pick clean."

"What did you say, son?" Aunt Zhu suddenly opened her eyes wide, almost unable to believe the ridiculous order he gave herself.

"Aunt Zhu, you don't seem to know what you want to do. An errand of one tael a month is not just to change her clothes and cook three meals. I thought you were older, and at least you were older than those ten The little girl next year knows how to take care of people better, I never thought that you don't understand the world." He was expressionless, looking at Aunt Zhu's surprised appearance, and his tone was calm and dangerous.

(End of this chapter)